Wolauf, ihr kecken streiter! Wolauf, ihr deutschen reiter! Wird euch das herz nicht warm? Nehmt’s liebchen in den arm-- Hurrah! Körner, _Schwertlied_. Well up, ye fearless fighters! Well-up, ye Saxon riders! Oh, grows not each heart warm, The loved one on his arm? Hurrah! IX. “Oh, generous, strong, and fleet are England’s steeds.” ὕμνον ὀρθώσας, ἀκαμαντοπόδων ἵππων ἄωτον. Pind. _Olymp._ iii. “I will hymn the praise of the flower of foot-weariless horses.” XX. --“On each towering height Seemed demons sprung with torches from their den.” --Auf den mondschein folgen trüber, Dämm’rung schatten; wüstenthiere jagen aufgeschreckt vorüber. Schnaubend bäumen sich die pferde; unser führer greift zur fahne; Sie entsinkt ihm, und er murmelt: “Herr, die Geisterkaravane!” _Freiligrath._ “After the moonshine follow the dark twilight-shades; the wild animals fly past affrighted, the horses rear up snorting; our leader clutches at the standard--it sinks from him, and he murmurs: ‘Lord, the ghostly-caravan!’” XXI. “Refreshment needful cheered their bivouac.” Poichè de’ cibi il natural amore Fú in lor ripresso e l’importuna sete. Tasso, _Gerus. Lib._ xi. 17. XXII. “But thickest mist doth fall, and leave our men at fault.” (Combat of Dona Maria.) “A thick fog prevented further pursuit, and the loss of the French in the action is unknown.” Napier, _Hist._ book xxi. c. 5. XXIII. “Thus Menelaüs, while his brazen spear, &c.” Αὐτὰρ ὁ ἂψ ἐπόρουσε κατακτάμεναι μενεαίνων Ἔγχεϊ χαλκείῳ· τὸν δ’ ἐξήρπαξ’ Ἀφροδίτη Ῥεῖα μὰλ’, ὥστε θεός· ἐκάλυψε δ’ ἄρ’ ἠέρι πολλῇ· Hom. _Il._ iii. 379. I trust it will not be deemed irreverent to observe, by way of anticipative answer to any critic who in his wisdom may condemn this Homeric allusion, that, as the _Deus ex machinâ_ is not mine, I do not stand sponsor for Venus, and that the notion of a Frenchman in a fog quite naturally suggested _Paris_. XXVI. “Clambering Santa Cruz’s torrid steep.” --Gravis exustos æstus hiulcat agros. Catul. lxvi. XXXVI. ----“Friendship’s generous feud! Where each desired that each the prize should hoard.” Ὦ λῆμ’ ἄριστον, ὡς ἀπ’ εὐγενοῦς τινος Ῥίζης πέφυκας, τοῖς φίλοις τ’ ὀρθῶς φίλος. Eurip. _Iph. in Taur._ 609. “Oh, excellent mind, from some noble root thou art sprung, for thou art truly a friend to thy friend!” “Great Arthur gave each noble youth a sword.” The Duke of Wellington presented his sword to Sir Henry (now Lord) Hardinge after the Battle of Waterloo.